Can I Heal The Devil

By Akanksha Mishra

A screaming voice,

a menacing whisper,

luring me with its lies,

his snarling hiss,

with blood in his eyes.

I try to hide him,

hush that voice,

to Keep him quiet,

for I might be hated,

if my devil comes in sight.

Should I unlock the gates,

and walk in the realm of fire?

should the hell be unleashed?

should I let the devil speak?

With his voice so shrill,

he stabs my heart,

and wounds my soul

breaking it into pieces 

and tears in apart.

He gathers his demons,

captures the scattered pieces of my soul,

they wage a war,

where I stand alone,

against hundreds of me.

Each one staring,

straight into my eyes,

ready to attack,

with greed, lust and rage

and I wonder,

who is the real me?

in this mirror maze.

In fear, I step back,

should I surrender?

accept the cruel fate, 

and let myself fall,

or should I escape?

but there's no door, no window,

no escape from the hell, at all

all I see are barren ruins

and a burnt landscape.

Nowhere to run,

nowhere to hide,

surrounded by illusion,

I decide to fight. 

I hold on to Excalibur,

"I'll slay them all" 

but,I'll have to live

with a devoured soul. 

As I look closer, I could see,

every demon, had my face,

and had something to say,

the neglected, 

disowned parts of me,

had built my own hell in a way.

Ambers rolling down my face,

I fell down,

they were the abandoned ones,

who had given up on grace.

I put my guard down

let the devil hold my hand

and show me my scars,

let the light flow,

through the dark, lost paths of my heart.

I hear the stories,

waiting to be told

dig a little deeper

and find the hidden gold.

I let the devil speak,

and redeem what once was fallen

and now my devil guards

the gates of my heaven.

the pieces once torn,

now complete my soul

like the moon,

even with phases of light and dark

it's still whole

Now I know, that darkness isn't evil

with a light of love and compassion,

I can heal the Devil.

By Akanksha Mishra